A Reveire

I am sitting by the river,And I while an hour away,Watching circles start and widenIn their momentary play.Here a stronger whelms a weakerAs its ring expanding flies,There one rises to the surface,As another fades and dies.And I solemn grow with thinking,For just now it would me seem,That each life is like a circle -On time's deep, impellant stream.Do we not upon its bosomLinger for a little day,Making faint and fleeting impress,Then forever fade away.While the strong unresting riverToward Eternity doth glide,All ...